And, for a while, I stopped;
Breathed. Relaxed. Unwound.
But, tiredness will creep up upon a man;
And, if it catches him unawares
He, and it, will seek conjunction
And task will be left.
So, move I did
And resumed the path of toil.

Will’s Latest Sonnet (in the style of Bob Newhart)
Will’s Agent is going over some parchments with disdain; picking, glancing and discarding them in succession.

SFX Phone Rings

WA picks up the phone

SFX The phone stops ringing

WA: Hel-lo?

Will’s Agent holds up the conversation one-sidedly.

WA: Oh, hi, Will, baby! Yeah, I was just giving your latest, ah… poem the once over – it’s a doozie!
(Pause)
Sonnet. Yes, that’s what you do isn’t it? Sonnets… (Seeks and finds parchment of Sonnet XVIII ) …
sonnets, sonnets, sonnets, one after the other, all in a row; and this one you’ve called… Sonnet X.V.I.I.I. Snappy title, Will. After the other seventeen I’m not that surprised. And I absolutely ‘love’ the rhyme scheme and the rhythm ‘ tum-te-dum-te-dum-te-dum’ (as in The Archers) ‘tum-te-dum-de-dum-dum…’ again.

Yeah, yeah,I know Will, this one is the best one yet… but that’s what you said about Sonnet X.V.I.I!

(WA reads snatches of poem with yada yada yada at end – as below, for example)

A ‘Finger Buffet!’
With real fingers!
On
Paper plates
My plates of meat
(My feet)
Got me out of there
Quicker than you could say
‘Peter Piper sold seashells whilst picking a peck of pickled pepper on the sea shore!’

It is the morning of another day…
Well, it is where I am;
Where you are it may be the afternoon,
The evening
Or the night.
GMT or BST for me
You can be in front
Or behind
Or alongside of me
But, I suppose if you are in the same Latitude (or is it Longitude)
As me, you could be in a different time zone (that is, if you are not using BST).
It’s like Stalactites and Stalagmites, I get the two confused… Don’t you?
And when Port used to be Larboard
I would surely have got Larboard mixed up with Starboard – though here’s a clue ‘Port’ has four letters as does ‘Left’ so that helps… unless you get left and right mixed up).
Also, Stalagtites hang down like tights, with the Stalagmites growing up ‘might they achieve the heights?’.

I do hope that this stream of thought upon a Sunday morning, Sunday afternoon, Sunday evening, Saturday night, other, may have been / be of use.